Drinking in Moonlight
I sit with my wine jar
among flowers
blossoming trees
no one to drink with
well, there's the moon
I raise my cup
and ask him to join me
bringing my shadow
making us three
but the moon doesn't seem to be drinking
and my shadow just creeps around behind me
still, we're companions tonight
me, the moon, and the shadow
we're observing
the rites of spring
I sing
and the moon rocks back and forth
I dance
and my shadow
weaves and tumbles with me
we celebrate for awhile
then go our own ways, drunk
may we meet again someday
in the white river of stars
overhead!
Li Po
trans. David Young
What does it make you want to do? When thinking about the sympathetic power of poetry, or its motive power perhaps.... anybody feel like commenting on this one? It's spectacular. I will probably have something to say about it later in the week.
1 comment:
What a celebration of solitude! And yet there are no undertones of loneliness or unhappiness. Li Po seems to appreciate the emotional (spiritual?) possibility that comes from isolation.
It makes me want to attune to nature.
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